Structures and Signs.

After re-discovering the city in the sun and shade beneath el Albacin, my heart raced in Deja-Vu as I passed by familiar places and maybe some subtle and prescient faces.

I had met some Australian women on the bus from the airport who showed me the way to a chill hostel, but in the monrning, I was out, an individual, the repitition and stuffiness of the embragoe getting fuzzy and lost in the beraucracy, leaving me, my soul and I , stranded in the face of an absolute distraction. In my heart, I ping compassion and hear nothing.